My story begins on Saturday 8th may. I was working as a bartender in a bar in Kristiansund, Norway when Nigel and a couple of his work friends came into the bar. It was busy, but I saw him right away. We got eye contact and said hello and smiled and all this ''I like looking at you'' out of the way - but since it was busy we didn't get to talk too much.
I was then sent down to the cellar to get some Bacardi Razz (yumyum) and when I came back they had gone. My friend working behind the bar told me that Nigel and his friends would be returning to the bar later on the same evening.
The rest of the night I was looking at the doors every five seconds and looking at my watch. They didn't come back. I was so certain that we had a connection that night, but since he didn't come back, I just brushed it off with him being a typical man (you have probably met some of them yourself in your time).
The next day I was working at a restaurant up the street and after my shift I went down to the bar to say Hi to my boss and just chat for a while. I live right next to the bar, so I decided since it was a little late I would just go home and relax a little bit before going to bed. I was about to sit down in my sofa when my boss rang me up on my phone and I was about not to answer. Luckily I did.
On the other end was a voice which was not my boss' voice. It was Nigel! I was just about to die when he asked if I would come back to the bar for a little chat. I have NEVER been so quick in the shower (and I am a girly girl from head to toe).
I was so friggin' nervous but figured that this was totally worth doing - there was just something about Nigel.
I went to the bar and he was there with his friend (a tall, bald looking guy) and we all sat down chatting (including my boss). Sorry to say, I can't remember anything of it as I was eyeing Nigel, enjoying the view!
Since we had a little audience, I came by the idea of writing to him on my mobile, so we ended up texting to each other for a more private conversation, while still eye-flirting). I wrote to him that I thought he should go home with me for the night, and he agreed.
Back at the apartment he told me that he couldn't get me out of his head and had decided to call the hotel asking how long the bar stayed open. After work he went to the bar asking, 'Is the lovely Therese here today?' My boss told him I just left - and then he called me from my boss' mobile.
Needless to say, I had the best night of my life! He was a true and gentle lover, so caring! The things I was thinking in my head, he said out loud. We just connected. It felt so real and honest, looking into each others eyes, not saying a thing - but still it was so ... Like a composition of the most beautiful music you can imagine (sickening, I know, but...)
When the morning came, we both had to go back to work, so he left. He asked for my mobile number and I gave it to him. Then he asked if he could please have my e mail address too. He said he would contact me, held my hands and kissed me goodbye.
The first month I was glued too my computer and my phone. I was waiting and waiting, but I never heard from him again. Since then I haven't been able to forget about him and the night we had together.
That's why I am writing to you - I need to find him, just to see if there is something more or if it's just a night to remember forever and leave it at that. I truly need to find him to get some peace of mind, one way or the other.
Some facts about Nigel:
When I met him he was 33 years old, maybe 34 by now. He is approximately 175 centimetres tall, short dark hair and blue eyes. He looks a little like the gorgeous Gerard Butler, even built the same way; Muscular, very masculine, but not a 'bodybuilder'.
He has two or three tattoos on his upper body (one of them with a name on it). He said he was working on and off in Norway for the last ten years and was in Kristiansund living on a working-area called Vestbase (probably on a boat or in a small cottage for people working offshore). He looks like a typical jeans and T-shirt kinda guy; a bit beardy.
If you think you can help Therese find Nigel, please email email@example.com or better still, ask Nigel to get in touch!
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